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|Luke|

My phone was ringing, the song Girls & Boys by Good Charlotte playing in the empty waiting room where I sat in an awkward pause I conversation with Michael. An older couple nearby give me a look.

I had told him I knew he was just looking for comfort and love, and not to worry about it. Because we're good friends, and it was an accident.

Michael had agreed, and is now sitting next to me in a plastic chair with his head in his hands.

"You should answer that," he finally says. I nod.

"Oh my god, Michael," I exclaim, my feelings going in two ways completely. "It's Ashton," I tell him, my cheeks rosy. He shakes his head at me. I just got called a slut by the guy and cried for 20 minutes, but now he's calling and I feel like a giddy schoolgirl.

"Hello?" I say into the receiver after accepting the call.

No answer. I turn up the volume all the way, confused.

"Ash?" I try again. I can hear some kind of static--it sounds like screaming. "Ashy, are you okay?" I repeat, worried now. I listen intently for a reply.

"Fucking stupid, fuck fuck fuck fuck--" I hear Ashton's voice finally, but he's just screaming profanity at himself. He was so, so not okay, I think, listening to the static-y slams and crying.

"Ash?" The audio cuts out for a minute, its muffled, but then it returns, sharper and clearer. Michael quirks his eyebrows.

"Why the fuck would I call Lu that? He's the farthest thing from a slut... he's cute, he's funny and spontaneous and even sexy, oh god, that lip ring makes me want to--- fuck, hes fucking perfect," Ashton's voice groans. My mind races. He thinks that I'm cute? He thinks that I'm-- he thinks that I'm sexy? My lip ring makes him think dirty thoughts? Oh my gosh, he wants to fuck me. I squeal, dropping my phone, ignoring glances from the old couple. Ashton thinks I'm perfect, my mind is racing with my heart.

I'm sure I'm smiling like an idiot now.

Michael, however, was smirking. I realize he heard the audio, he heard what Ashton said about me... oh my gosh. I go beet red, turning down the ringer of my cell phone. Michael just laughs. I frantically pick up my phone again and press the receiver to my face.

"Holy fucking shit, I'm so screwed," Ashton says. Oh no, was he okay? Oh my gosh, what if he's---

"I fucking like him. Fuck, Lu, baby boy. Why would you make me like you? I'm falling and I don't have anyone to catch me." He sounds almost broken, but I'm gasping nonetheless. He likes me he likes me he likes me helikesmehelikesmehelikesme--

"Baby boy, you'll..." I hear him whisper, but I don't hear the rest because the call cuts out, so I end it. I toss it down to Michael and squeal again, jumping out of my seat and dancing around in a circle.

"MICHAEL! HE LIKES ME! HE CALLED ME BABY BOY, AND HE SAID HE LIKES ME! MICHAEL! HE WANTS TO FUCK ME, OH MY GOSH, MIKEY, WE HAVE TO GO, NOW! I HAVE TO GO SHOPPING, I NEED SOME THINGS!" I'm unstoppable, I'm frazzled and bursting with happy energy. I pull Mikey out of hi seat and to the doors, avoiding all the stares and condescending looks from adults.

Michael is seated in his car behind the wheel.

"C'mon, slow poke, we have to go! To the mall. Now." I command. Michael is laughing uncontrollably, so I huff, ignoring him and staring out the window. At least he's not crying right now, I think, plugging my phone in to the car's aux cord.

And maybe, I ended up making Michael pay for me to get a smoothie.

And maybe, I used his money to buy myself a new. shiny black lip ring.

And maybe, when I left him in GameStop, it wasn't to go to the bathroom.

And maybe, I hid a small Victoria's Secret bag inside the other bag.

Maybe.

But you know, I'm just an innocent little flower.